They put chains on me; they chained my waist, my legs. Put me in the back of a squad car, and I literally blacked out. I didn't even - there's whole pieces missing.
Quotes about chained (16 Quotes)
I am really chained to my computer these days so I work in my bedroom, which is a room I have worked in for years and years. It is just as much an office as a bedroom, and during the day, my bed is rather like an extension of my desk.
But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Prostitution, although hounded, imprisoned, and chained, is nevertheless the greatest triumph of Puritanism.
People, chained by monotony, afraid to think, clinging to certainties... they live like ants.
There are MAYBE 30 years worth of ideas out there... watch for the feature version of ER in about 25 years... Hollywood has become hopelessly chained to the bottom line.
But all old people are not good. Some are reaping the harvest of iniquity. The passions have never been chained. Jealousy and hatred have grown stronger with the declining years, when old age is a season of lamentations. Past memories rise up to shake their bony fingers and mock. Life goes out in the midst of clouds and lightnings.
The end of all things is at hand; that Satan's kingdom will be destroyed, and Satan chained down for a thousand years, and Christ's kingdom established upon earth.
An artist wished to paint a face, The symbol of innocence and joy He sought a child for his ideal, And drew the likeness of a boy. Long years passed on. The artist now A gray old man, one picture more Designed to make, and call it Guilt A contrast to the child of yore. He went into a dungeon dark, Its cold walls damp with slime. And painted a wretched man chained there, Condemned to death for crime. Beside the other he placed the last And when he learned the prisoner's name, He found the innocent, laughing child, And the hardened man, were but the same. Montagu Gere.
No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.
The important achievement of Apollo was demonstrating that humanity is not forever chained to this planet and our visions go rather further than that and our opportunities are unlimited.
It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
Nature in the garden is nature tamed, cultivated, made subservient to human purpose, brought into subjection to conscious purpose. A garden is not merely a piece of nature fenced in near the house, like a wolf chained at the back door but nature cultivated and trained like a dog tamed and trained for human ends. Art in the garden is the human element appropriating and elevating the natural for human purpose.
A dog chained and forgotten behind the hedge,
a malachite flower with the nut-brown edge,
a wave of rain bouncing off the painted wall,
crumpling the waxen papyri with its waterfall,
spreading around, ringing and splashing again,
mixing up memories, washing off life like a stain.
To attempt suicide is a criminal offense. Any man who, of his own will, tries to escape the treadmill to which the rest of us feel chained incites our envy, and therefore our fury. We do not suffer him to go unpunished.
Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.